Awake, my heart; arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice;
In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

‘Tis he adorn’d my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor polluted worm
He makes his graces shine.

Strangely, my soul, art thou array’d
By the great Sacred Three!
In sweetest harmony of praise
Let all thy pow’rs agree.

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